CEO Ordered a Single Dad’s Locker Opened in Front of Everyone—Then One Discovery Changed Everything
Chapter 3
The CEO’s private office had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.
David had never been inside before.
Now he sat across from Elena while she studied every page of the notebook.
“You should have told me,” she said.
“I tried.”
“When?”
“Three months ago.”
Elena looked up.
“I never received anything.”
“I sent a letter.”
“To my office?”
“To your home.”
Her expression changed.
“Nothing arrived.”
David nodded.
“That was the problem.”
He opened his phone.
A photograph appeared.
An envelope.
Elena recognized her home address.
“Who delivered it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why didn’t you follow up?”
David gave a bitter smile.
“Because the next day, I was accused of stealing inventory.”
Elena remembered.
David had nearly been fired.
His supervisor had reported missing equipment.
But the investigation had found insufficient evidence.
“Did you steal anything?”
“No.”
“I believe you.”
David looked surprised.
She returned to the notebook.
“What happened after that?”
“I started documenting everything.”
He pulled out a folder.
Inside were copies of invoices.
Delivery schedules.
Internal emails.
Photographs of damaged shipments.
And a list of employee names.
Elena read the first name.
Then the second.
Then the third.
Several were senior managers.
One was her chief financial officer.
“Why didn’t you bring this to me?”
David looked at her.
“Because I was told you already knew.”
Elena’s eyes narrowed.
“Who told you?”
David hesitated.
“Marcus Vale.”
Elena’s CFO.
A man who had worked for her family for fifteen years.
He had been her father’s most trusted adviser.
Elena stood.
“Marcus?”
“Yes.”
“He said I knew?”
David nodded.
“He told everyone not to interfere.”
Elena walked to the window.
The city stretched beneath her.
She remembered her father’s funeral.
Marcus had stood beside her.
He had promised to protect the company.
He had promised to protect her.
And for eleven years, she had believed him.
“What did my father know?”
David opened the notebook to a marked page.
“He knew someone was diverting company money through Northbridge.”
Elena read.
Millions had been transferred.
But the money hadn’t disappeared.
It had been converted into property.
Warehouses.
Land.
Private accounts.
Then she saw something that made her stop.
One property was listed under a family trust.
The Whitmore Family Trust.
Elena whispered:
“That can’t be.”
David looked at her.
“Why?”
“Because that trust was dissolved eleven years ago.”
David shook his head.
“Apparently not.”
Elena picked up her phone.
She called the legal department.
“Send me the complete historical trust records. All of them.”
A pause.
“Not summaries. Everything.”
She ended the call.
Then her phone rang.
Unknown number.
She answered.
A distorted voice spoke.
“You should have left the locker closed.”
Elena’s face went pale.
David stood.
“Who is this?”
The voice ignored him.
“You have until tomorrow morning.”
Then the call ended.
Elena looked at David.
“What happens tomorrow morning?”
David’s answer was quiet.
“Someone starts destroying the evidence.”
